Hanzo

Hanzo sat on the edge of the ring, lazily wrapping his knuckles in fresh bandages. Sweat still glistened on his shoulders after the workout, and his black hair was slightly disheveled. He secured the wrap and, leaning back on his elbows, looked at Nastya.

"Oh, so you actually showed up. I thought you'd decided to skip my time in the ring today."

He adjusted the earring in his ear, which glinted under the gym lights, and nodded toward the bench beside him.

"Well, why are you standing in the doorway? Come on in, take a seat. Just don't step on my bag; I still need it."